Post by Nadja on Aug 28, 2012 0:04:57 GMT -5
When ones nature is tied to the gentle breeze or light winds, it was hard to ignore when it began singing its alluring song to that very soul. Such was the way of the little Gypsy, although her travels had halted for some time. For the most part, she was able to ignore it, something greater held her to where she was.
Like the anchor of a ship did the demon keep the tiny Rom in a solitary place. But like most ships, that anchor would rise and the wind would once more fill the ships sails to carry it out to sea. Such would be the way for Nadja. The Vardo had been packed with her meager personal belongings, the freshly packaged herbs, spices, notions, ointments, and scents. She knew in her heart, if the demon wished to find her, he always would, and this made her leaving easier to bear.
Soon the lands she'd called home from the spring, through the summer was now left behind. It would take nearly a month before she'd reach the area to which she was drawn. An area she was familiar with, having traveled through them several times before. Not one in which she made solid friendships, or even a steadfast client base. A few she did know, more due to past interactions over the years, and they would be alerted of her return.
The Vardo would be parked just outside of Kiels city limits and into the depths of the dense forest near a lakeside. Camp would be set up, as were those fires upon which rested the large iron cauldrons that would always be filled with concoctions of various sorts in the workings of their final product.
In the marketplace upon the Kiel docks, she'd set up her own little booth in which to sell the products she made. But that wasn't her only talent, and a few knew of this. A reader of cards, but she was something more.
The ability to mind-walk was to her a curse, to others a gift. Though a price she always paid for delving into anothers subconscious. It wasn't a skill she would openly offer, unless a situation called for it. Though there were things about the tiny Gypsy, things that had changed her in subtle ways, the darkness within that was the price she paid.
Always one that felt more comfort in the presence of those that others seemed to fear, or shun. She was different herself, in ways she found hard to explain, even to herself let alone others. Most of her life spent amongst those called abominations of nature, that walked only at night and fed from the vitae of humans and animals alike. Untouched, unchanged, accepted and embraced due to heritage and the gifts to which she was borne with. This in turn made her feel comfortable in the company of vagabonds, roughnecks of the sea, and others who lived by way of the night.
Like the anchor of a ship did the demon keep the tiny Rom in a solitary place. But like most ships, that anchor would rise and the wind would once more fill the ships sails to carry it out to sea. Such would be the way for Nadja. The Vardo had been packed with her meager personal belongings, the freshly packaged herbs, spices, notions, ointments, and scents. She knew in her heart, if the demon wished to find her, he always would, and this made her leaving easier to bear.
Soon the lands she'd called home from the spring, through the summer was now left behind. It would take nearly a month before she'd reach the area to which she was drawn. An area she was familiar with, having traveled through them several times before. Not one in which she made solid friendships, or even a steadfast client base. A few she did know, more due to past interactions over the years, and they would be alerted of her return.
The Vardo would be parked just outside of Kiels city limits and into the depths of the dense forest near a lakeside. Camp would be set up, as were those fires upon which rested the large iron cauldrons that would always be filled with concoctions of various sorts in the workings of their final product.
In the marketplace upon the Kiel docks, she'd set up her own little booth in which to sell the products she made. But that wasn't her only talent, and a few knew of this. A reader of cards, but she was something more.
The ability to mind-walk was to her a curse, to others a gift. Though a price she always paid for delving into anothers subconscious. It wasn't a skill she would openly offer, unless a situation called for it. Though there were things about the tiny Gypsy, things that had changed her in subtle ways, the darkness within that was the price she paid.
Always one that felt more comfort in the presence of those that others seemed to fear, or shun. She was different herself, in ways she found hard to explain, even to herself let alone others. Most of her life spent amongst those called abominations of nature, that walked only at night and fed from the vitae of humans and animals alike. Untouched, unchanged, accepted and embraced due to heritage and the gifts to which she was borne with. This in turn made her feel comfortable in the company of vagabonds, roughnecks of the sea, and others who lived by way of the night.
